Larry turns from his computer again, once more towards the girl further down the table. The library isn’t necessarily a quiet place but he has to write this story. He just can’t do it at home.
Larry turns his back the other way, and reaches to scratch the mosquito bite, the one right in the middle of his back. Reaching with a borrowed pen, he gets it.
Putting the borrowed pen back, he can hear the tap tap of keyboards finishing assignments. Larry tells himself that tomorrow’s the day he’ll ask his Dad for money. He doesn’t want to have to sleep in the tent again.